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Amie Annimal and Deanne are originally from the greater #LosAngeles/OrangeCounty area, and so the #rugger-hugger ladies are totally into going to watch one of their local #SanDiego men’s clubs play in a very small #Tustin tournament, with only six teams. Tustin is nestled among the inland, concrete freeways of Orange County.

This fave local men’s team has struck up quite a friendship with Streak, Amie and Deanne over the past couple years. They are really good friends.

Ryleigh is not sure, but she figures they possibly have had all sorts of #trysts amongst them with the more fun members of this men’s team. Maybe, maybe not.

Some are married. Some have girlfriends. It’s always been that way; the things she knows about most of these guys over the years would fry most people’s intelligence. It doesn’t matter. It is not her business to ask for the details. Nor for her to judge.

….She gets home to the warm nose greeting of gazillions of wet kisses from her loving, faithful dogs. “You guys are the bestest doggies ever! How’s my little punkin-pusses?” she says in baby-talk, as she kisses and hugs them back.

Their tails are wagging so hard, that their backsides are tailfishing Ryleigh, almost knocking her down, as they whimper and cry their hello’s.

She spends a day unpacking and catching up on her emails and appointments coming up. She hasn’t seen her longtime girlfriend, Streak, in months and months! Not since the last local, ladies rugby tourney Surfers Alumni party earlier this year!

Her old team, the Surfers are still in force today. But instead of having many teams locally to play, the league has dwindled a bit…..

….Streak is coming to town, and Ryleigh has invited her over for a visit. She’s excited! She can’t wait for the laughter she knows will come, and catching up. She hopes she can stay a couple of days. Streak is still a wild-child, even today.

She’s also still a brick-hoowse. When that song comes on by Commodores, the men in the room have told her that the song is describing her. She smiles and takes it as a compliment, as well she should. It applies to Streak too.

She also notes that she has the roofer coming tomorrow for a patch job. She completely forgot about that appointment that she made a month ago! “Ugh, I can’t cancel it again!”, she laments.

It’s a warm evening. Ryleigh pours a glass of wine, and softly turns on the entertainment sound system. She looks around the room of her conservative home, and sees that empty bottle of Marque Vue on the shelf, that she has since turned into a vase.

She smiles at it and releases a poignant sigh. Ah, the good times…it seems like it was not long ago. It’s funny how it’s all come full circle. I do miss the original fun though. I wish I knew then what I know now, though.

She reaches into her cupboard and pulls out her old picture albums for Streak, and there, staring at her with one eye, and a broken earring…is Mrs. Bottle.

She gently pulls her out and brushes her off. She fixes her hair, and sets her in the middle of the table, smiling. “You look like you’ve had a few too many, and a bad night! Stop snickering at me!”, Ryleigh laughs back at her….

….Going to #CaboSanLucas is one of Ryleigh’s most coveted places to hit. In the 90s, it is still quaint and unblemished.

On a trip to Cabo, while sitting on the beach in front of a hotel restaurant, sipping a large birdbath two-for-one margarita that #TheOffice happy hour is so infamous for, basking in the warm sun…two gentlemen from the next table over, strike up a conversation with Streak and Ryleigh.

One is older in his late 50s at least, and he is bragging about his yacht out in the bay. The other gentleman is his Captain.

The Captain is more their age. Ryleigh has her target-lock radar on El Capitan. Streak is using all her wiles on the money — Richie Rich.

Streak uses her masterful skills to chat up the owner of the yacht, and they soon become hypnotized by her.

The owner wastes no time boasting about his boat, falling into her supple hands like unwary prey. Ryleigh chortles, watching the show.

“That’s my 80 foot yacht right there”, as he raises an arm and points over the turquoise blue water to a magnificent ship….

Ryleigh and Streak decide to drive to #Vegas one day. They’ve already made some plans to meet some girlfriends and stay at their pad in Vegas, and make it a “Girl’s Weekend Out”. They plan to do a bit of partying, gambling and not much sleep, where the bars stay open until 5am.

They pull into town about 1am, and Streak is hungry. Ryleigh just wants to get to their girlfriend’s place, visit a little, and wind down after the long 5 hour drive. But she lets Streak talk her into hitting a Carrols, a local all-night diner.

It is the typical, small family restaurant, with a breakfast, lunch and roadhouse dinner menu. They walk in past the one-armed bandits in the brightly lit eatery and sit down at an open table.

Streak orders up a breakfast, but Ryleigh doesn’t want anything. When the waitress comes to them, Ryleigh asks for a V-8. She’s looking forward to a nice, refreshing glass.

The plump waitress tells her, “We don’t have V-8. Would you like a tomato juice instead?”

Streak and Ryleigh always were impressed that they lived in a beautiful beach city, where others come just to vacation. They would bike down the boardwalk, and see these lovely condos for rent, and Zonies or Canucks always in them, BBQing in their courtyards.

They pause and look at each other, “Heyyy, I want to do that!”.

“Me too!”.

So they do. One week at the end of summer, they rent a magnificent two bedroom condo with a sunken living room and huge glass windows, on the ocean boardwalk, right up front, with a large courtyard.

They go to work, but be sure to leave early every day…plus take a couple days off, as well…so they can sunbathe, bike and skate up and down the boardwalk every day and night, and pretend they are billionaires.

The night spots are within stumbling distance. They go out to the local beach bars, and flirt and pick up on men, and always completely have the pick of the man dunkin’ donut box.

They are so beautiful and sure of themselves, they always have men falling all over them. The older they get, the classier and prettier they become. It’s that continued feeling of power.

They enjoy bringing dates back to the rooftop j’cuzzi, and then playing a game of kissing each other in front of the men, just to turn them on as the men watch.

The males always, always watch in complete silence, never saying a word. Like they have been shot with Agent-15 drug, and can’t move a muscle; only their eyes.

The girls know they have their complete and undivided attention. Streak is really a great kisser and so is Ryleigh. Soft lips, and lots of fun French kissing each other, playing with each other’s tongues….

Back to frolicking and troublemaking. It’s the year of the Bobbitt lopping, Waco Texas whackos are running amok, Rodney King is getting whacked and #Aerosmith is living on the edge. And Ryleigh and Streak are getting older.

One weekend afternoon after being at the beach, Ryleigh is at the Beachcomber and the local 70+ year old retired fireman is there. She’s watching everyone bop to “Love Shack” and enjoying the scenery.

They have known each other for decades now, and are gossiping how friends come and go, and how some change and how you are completely surprised to find out that some people are not what you think. They start talking about one of her so-called past girlfriends and her Ex.

They start talking about one in particular who was a huge flirt, but user of men. Used them, abused them, and threw them out after she was done bleeding them for whatever they were useful for at the time, whether it be carpentry, fixing her car, plumbing, or paying her bills. And that’s the short list! ….

Ryleigh and Streak always wondered why a woman is or realizes she’s gay…why a lesbian is a# lesbian. They really can’t understand it any more than why a man is #gay.

They understand that women are the softer species, and they think they can appreciate that easier, than the other way around. So they just blurted out and asked them!

Why would a man like a man, over a woman? But then I supposed I’m prejudiced. I never was born a man, so what would I know?

They are their sisters, though. They know that on occasion, they have gotten an inkling that the gay-persuasion has possibly flirted with them, but they always shrug it off, or just ignore it.

There’s a fine line with “Are they just being nice?”….or “Are they hitting on me?” The inexperienced think they know, but they don’t.

Streak and Ryleigh have chats with their gay teammates, when they are out at the bars after their games. Ryleigh wants to see if she can possibly comprehend it all. She notices some girls are so pretty and could have any guy, but they like only girls. They are not even really bi-sexual.

Her assessment is simple, from her own personal experiences. That’s all she has to compare….